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the Inceiver...

and He arrived
The Inceiver...
watching His arrival
was blinding...
and soothing too...

for He arrived like the seagull
piercing the blue
His broad and strong wings
holding against the tide
He descended like a spring daylight
on top of a tower...
from where the city seemed like GoogleEarth® searched
lanes-peopled, sooty buildings marked...
having no variety of their own...

He then with various colors them toned...

The Inceiver...
He...
colored the tallest build with glass
upon which treetops reflected a happy lass
as if dancing to the tune of a summer holiday song...
He brought pinkish red blossoms
on the bridge going south
and gave hymns to those having curse filled mouths...
He brought glory as unbelievable as rainbow
He,the Inceiver,only love sowed...
Upon grey walls...broken frames of heart...
in galleries of death...
and capital headed shopping mart...

and
then
Spring came
followed by Summer...
and then the rains...

with Hope and Faith
He inceived a magical sense...

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